I spent many long days with nothing to do
Which way should I go
I have no clue
A basketball in my hand
But I got no hoop
Gotta find me a place
So I can't shoot
I got dreams of being like Michael J.
But a b**** no good
With no place to place
Till this one man came
Showed me the way
Now I play at the Y.M.C.A.
5 years later the one man came
So happened to be the day of the big game
The score was tied on the clock
It's up to me to make the last shot
So I got the ball jumped sky high
Released the ball
Then closed my eyes
Now I'm a star and it's ok
Thank you for the Y.M.C.A.
Chorus:
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
You can get yourself clean You can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel
A little boy growin' up
Isn't hard enough A little boy blowin'up
Kinda makes it rough On the streets like a b**
The story is rough Crime on my mind
Better call McGruff
No park in my hood
To enjoy my friends
Only streets, big cars
Like caddies and benz
I heard of this place
Where boys can play
Check out
What's up with the Y.M.C.A.
My life took a wrong turn Convict criminal Nikes burn
Catch me minimal
Running from the cops
Was a way life Only way I could go my life Was trifle Things changed though
Every time I remember
Open the door Thanksgiving November
A new way to build
Confidence I pray Thank you for the Y.M.C.A.
Chorus:
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
You can get yourself clean You can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel
Y.M.C.A
C'mon gather round ya'll
Let me show you how you do it
Take the road to the Y.M.C.A.
Which way should I go
I have no clue
A basketball in my hand
But I got no hoop
Gotta find me a place
So I can't shoot
I got dreams of being like Michael J.
But a b**** no good
With no place to place
Till this one man came
Showed me the way
Now I play at the Y.M.C.A.
5 years later the one man came
So happened to be the day of the big game
The score was tied on the clock
It's up to me to make the last shot
So I got the ball jumped sky high
Released the ball
Then closed my eyes
Now I'm a star and it's ok
Thank you for the Y.M.C.A.
Chorus:
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
You can get yourself clean You can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel
A little boy growin' up
Isn't hard enough A little boy blowin'up
Kinda makes it rough On the streets like a b**
The story is rough Crime on my mind
Better call McGruff
No park in my hood
To enjoy my friends
Only streets, big cars
Like caddies and benz
I heard of this place
Where boys can play
Check out
What's up with the Y.M.C.A.
My life took a wrong turn Convict criminal Nikes burn
Catch me minimal
Running from the cops
Was a way life Only way I could go my life Was trifle Things changed though
Every time I remember
Open the door Thanksgiving November
A new way to build
Confidence I pray Thank you for the Y.M.C.A.
Chorus:
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
They have everything for young men to enjoy
You can hang out with all the boys
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
It's fun to stay at the Y.M.C.A.
You can get yourself clean You can have a good meal
You can do whatever you feel
Y.M.C.A
C'mon gather round ya'll
Let me show you how you do it
Take the road to the Y.M.C.A.